The Mini MILF Chapter 1

BY Big Tom
Carrie Dahl walked out onto the hardwood deck behind her house in the middle
of Suburbia, shaking her blonde hair in the sun. Although she was 45, she had
the body of a woman 20 years younger. Her supple breasts didn't sag a bit, her
waist was toned, and her hips didn't show a bit of fat on them, even though she
had had two kids. She was still a knockout, looking like an older version of
Carmen Electra, with the fabulous body to match. As she made her way out to
the pool, she stretched, feeling every inch of her statuesque 5' 11" frame. But, in
spite of the sunny day, her disposition was less than sunny.
"Oh, John. I wish you were here. Then I wouldn't be so bored and lonely."
Her husband John was a research scientist for a large company and he was
always off attending conferences or spending long hours at the office, leaving her
with plenty of time on her hand. But she loved her husband and would never
cheat on him.
Still, she thought it was fun to put on her skimpiest swimsuits to tan herself by the
pool or to wear her white cotton tank-top with no bra and with her favorite denim
short shorts to mow the lawn. She knew the men and teenaged boys in the
neighborhood liked to see her strut her stuff. Her lawn mowing escapades
caused more than a few car accidents in front of her house, and many a
paperboy caught a tantalizing glimpse at Mrs. Dahl wearing a short robe or a
cotton towel as she answered the door.
Of course, this didn't sit well with the women of the neighborhood. More than a
few husbands felt the wrath of their wives, as well as how sleeping on the couch
felt, after they found out they had been staring at Mrs. Dahl. Most of the women
were friendly to her, but some were jealous of her good looks and good fortune.
Including their next door neighbor, Terri Jordan. Terri used to be the "hot mom" of
the neighborhood until Carrie moved in next door two years ago. At 42, she still
had a great body, but not compared to "Barbie" Dahl, as she nicknamed Carrie in
a fit of jealousy to her like-minded lady friends. As she looked out her bedroom
window at the Dahl's deck and pool, Terri stomped back to her full length mirror,
brushing an errant black hair from her face as she looked at herself wearing
nothing but a bra and panties.
"I still look hot," she said to herself, admiring her figure. "But Barbie gets all the
guys. I'm lucky if the pizza delivery boy notices I'm not wearing a bra when I meet
him at the door." Sighing, she put on a red stretch tank top and jean shorts before
walking down the stairs to start on dinner.
"Mom, I'm home," a familiar young male voice called from the living room. Terri
smiled as she saw her 17 year old son, Tyler, setting down his bookbag on the
floor before heading to the kitchen for a snack.
"And how is my boy genius this afternoon?" she cooed as she hugged him from
behind.

"Just great, Mom. My science project is ready for my teacher to grade tomorrow.
My bioelectric generator is sure to get an A."
"That's my boy," Terri said, smiling. That was one thing Terri had over Carrie: her
son was a science whiz. He was going to graduate a year early from high school
and attend M.I.T. in the fall. Carrie's kids were all grown up and on their own, but
Tyler was better, hands down. He was going to be somebody important someday.
"I have a little English homework to do before dinner, so I'll see you when
dinner's ready." Tyler gave his mom a kiss on the cheek, grabbed a bottle of
water from the refrigerator, and bounded up the stairs to his room.
Once inside his room, Tyler closed the door and laid his bookbag on the bed.
Slowly, he peeked out his bedroom window and caught a glimpse of Mrs. Dahl
sunning herself on her deck in a tiny white thong bikini. Ever since he saw her
moving in, Mrs. Dahl was his fantasy woman. He often dreamed of what he
would do with her if she were to ask him to make love to her. Putting his shade
back where it was, he went back to his bookbag, pulled out his literature book
and notebook, and started doing his assignment. Somehow, though, William
Shakespeare didn't hold his attention like Mrs. Dahl's sunbathing did.
Carrie laid in bed talking to John as he called her from his hotel room in San
Diego.
"John, I miss you so much! When will you be back?"
"Well, as soon as I present my paper on the use of molecular polymers in energy
generation, I will be free to come home. Unless things get going more quickly
than expected, I shouldn't be more than two or three days."
"Good, because I have a surprise waiting for you when you get home," Carrie
purred into the receiver.
"Why, Mrs. Dahl. I do believe you're trying to seduce me," John said in a mock
surprising tone.
"Of course, I'm trying to seduce you, silly. I want you to come home and make
love to me."
"As soon as I'm done at the conference, I'll take a few days off so that we can do
just that. I promise."
"Okay, hon. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Carrie hung up the phone and laid back on her blue silk sheets, smiling. Her man
would be home in a matter of days, and then she would have some excitement in
her life for a change. She closed her eyes and dreamed of being naked with
John, feeling his gentle touch, his hot breath on her skin. She felt his wonderful
hands massaging her breasts and his long, hard dick sliding into her pussy with
ease. She whimpered in pleasure as she started to doze off, dreaming of her
husband and the surprise she had in store for him.

The Mini MILF Chapter 2

Big Tom

It was warm for early May. The sun beat down as hot as a sultry August
afternoon as the morning slipped into afternoon. Carrie sat in her living
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cool as she flipped through the channels. News, cartoons, afternoon talk
2005 6:52:03 shows, reruns of "Cops," nothing appealed to her.
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"Man, this sucks," Carrie said. Looking at the clock in the living room, she
saw it was a quarter past two. "Well, might as well swim." With that, she
turned off the television and walked upstairs to her bedroom to find a
swimsuit.
Terri opened the door for Tyler as he carried his science project into the
house.
"You need any help getting that up to your room, kiddo?" Terri asked with
a broad smile on her face. "After all, we don't want you to break your A+
science project!"
"I'll be fine," Tyler smiled back.
"Don't eat too much. We're going out to dinner tonight to celebrate." With
that, Terri kissed Tyler on the cheek and went to the kitchen to get a bottle
of water.
Tyler made his way up the stairs to his room, the bioelectric generator in
his arms. In its current form, it resembled a small metal box with wires,
panels, and several lights and switches on it. When fully erected, it
spanned the length of a desk top and looked more like something out of a
mad scientist's lab. At one side of the generator, there was a potato
suspended in water with wires running into the generator itself. There
were small metal bars slid throughout the potato designed to conduct its
bioelectric energy, but the connectors were kept away from the bars so
the generator would be deactivated. At the other side were two metal rods
1 inch apart. This is where the potato's bioelectric energy would be
amplified and converted into electrical energy.
Once inside his room, he put the bioelectric generator on his desk and
opened his window to get the air circulating in the room. He pulled the
cord to raise his blinds and opened his window when he saw Mrs. Dahl
walking out onto her deck near the pool. He stopped as he saw her
tanned, toned, and sexy visage in a tiny pink bikini barely covering and
containing her body. He stood there staring, feeling his penis stiffen as
Mrs. Dahl bent over to lay down a beach towel along the edge of the pool,
her perfect ass pointing directly at him. For what seemed to be a
wonderous eternity, he stared at his dream playing out before his eyes,
only a matter of yards away.
Then, Mrs. Dahl turned and looked right up at him. He suddenly backed
away from the window, hoping she didn't think he was a pervert or
something. He felt his leg hit the side of his desk and turned just in time to
watch the bioelectric generator fall to the floor, smashing against it and
causing parts to fly across the floor.

"Oh shit!" he said to himself as he fell to his knees looking for the parts
that came out of the generator. After a quick, but careful scan of his
bedroom floor, he found the loose parts and went to work putting them
back into the generator. After he had resecured the potato, he
reconnected the wires. Predictably, there were blue-white sparks of
electricity that emerged between the metal rods on the right side of the
generator. Then, the arcs of electricity changed color, going from blue to
purple, before a small ball of energy appeared above the bars. Tyler
watched in amazement as the ball of electricity grew in size before
shooting out of the open window.
Carrie noticed a slight tingle on her skin, which caused her to sit up
suddenly. She looked around to see if there was something wrong or if
someone was around, but when she saw nothing, she went back to
tanning herself. After a few minutes, she started to get up to get a glass of
lemonade when she noticed her swimsuit was looser against her breasts
than she remembered. She made her way to the kitchen and opened the
cabinet where the glasses were. Grabbing a glass from the top shelf, she
turned to put it on the table and get the pitcher of lemonade from the
refrigerator. She opened the refrigerator, searched around for the pitcher
for a few moments, and found it.
Then, she saw her wedding ring slip off her finger and hit the back of the
refrigerator, landing on the top shelf. She paused to wonder how that
could have happened and then put the pitcher on the table before turning
back to pick up her ring. She slid it back onto her finger, only to see it
twist on her finger easily.
"I'll have to get this ring resized," she said to herself as she returned to
the task of getting a glass of lemonade. As she grabbed the pitcher's
handle, she noticed it didn't quite feel right. It was heavier and the handle
felt thicker than she remembered. She put the pitcher down, suddenly
feeling confused. Everything seemed out of whack, not much, but enough
to be noticable. Looking down at her glass, she noticed it was dirty.
Getting up, she put the glass in the sink to be washed later and went
back to the cabinet to get another glass. She stood flatfooted...and
realized she could no longer reach the top shelf without standing on her
tiptoes.
"How strange," Carrie said to herself. Before she could think about it, she
heard a knock at the front door. Gathering herself together, she walked to
the door and opened it. It was Dave, the UPS man. His bright white smile
accentuated his tan skin and dark brown shirt and shorts. Carrie and
Dave had playfully flirted in the past, joking about how she was just a little
taller than he was.
But on this unusually warm day for early May, Carrie found herself having
to look up at her formerly shorter UPS man.
"Hi, Mrs. Dahl," Dave said with his usual smile. But he took a longer look
at her than he had before. "Say, there's something different about you."

"Ummm...I...got a haircut!" Carrie said, hoping he wouldn't notice

something was amiss.
"Hmmmm...I like it," Dave said finally as he handed Carrie the electronic
sheet to sign. As she reached for the stylus, her bikini bottom finally
succumbed to gravity, falling off her hips and pooling at her feet. Carrie
froze in her place for what seemed to be an eternity, wanting to say or do
something to cover up, but being incapable of doing it.
Dave didn't say anything, much to Carrie's relief, and completed the
transaction, putting the box in the entry way and walking away. Carrie
closed the door, stepped out of her bikini bottom, and ran to the kitchen.
Taking out a tape measure and a pencil, she made a mark against the
wall where her head was. Stepping back, she measured from the mark to
the floor. After she had gotten the measurement, she couldn't believe
what she saw.
"But...this is impossible! I can't be 5'4"! Unless..."
It was too fantastic for her to consider, but years of living with John taught
her logical thought.
She was shrinking, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Subject: The Mini MILF - Chapter 3

Big Tom

Carrie slumped against the wall, her mind awash with questions. Why did
she start shrinking? When will she stop? Will she stop? What would John
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minutes just trying to get her head around her circumstances.
2005 6:52:50 "At least I can still pass for a normal human," she said to herself, standing
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upright once more. "For how long is the question."
She opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of water to calm her nerves
when she remembered that she needed to buy groceries. "Damn, that's
all I need right now," she muttered to herself as she closed the door.
Then, she had a spark of inspiration.
She ran upstairs to her bedroom and started looking through her closet
trying to find clothes that might still fit her. Within a few minutes, she
found a white low cut clingy workout tank top and a pair of shorts with a
drawstring. She thought about wearing a sports bra, but decided against
it. "Maybe if I show off what I have, people won't notice how short I've
gotten," she smiled as she felt the fabric slide over her nipples, now erect

with the coolness of the air and the feel of the fabric against her skin.
Once she found a pair of sandals that could be adjusted to the new size
of her feet and ankles, she grabbed her keys and went out to her SUV.
After fumbling a bit, she found the lever that would automatically adjust
the seat. Pulling it upward, she felt the seat rise until she could safely see
through the windshield. With a slight push forward, the seat adjusted so
she could reach the pedals. Putting the keys in the ignition, she started
the SUV and backed out of her driveway.
While she drove, Carrie went over a list of what she needed to get and
what she would say if someone did catch her in this state. She knew she
might get caught, but the closest supermarket after her usual
supermarket was a few miles away and in a busy part of town, meaning it
would take longer to get home and making it more likely she would be
much smaller than she was now. She would have to risk going to her
usual store.
Tyler managed to disable the bioelectric generator before anything else
weird would happen. He sat back in his chair trying to figure out what
could have happened and what happened to the purple ball of electricity
that shot out of it. After a few minutes to compose himself, he ventured
back to the window to look out at the Dahl's deck and pool. When he saw
Mrs. Dahl was no longer there, but her towel and boom box were still
there. He backed away from the window, wondering whether Mrs. Dahl
had been affected by the purple ball.
"Tyler?" a familiar voice came calling from downstairs.
"Yes, Mom?"
"I need you to run to the store and get some food for dinner."
"I'll be right there, Mom," Tyler said, relieved somewhat by the mundane
task asked of him. Maybe now he could get his mind off what just
happened.
Carrie pulled a shopping cart from the corral inside the store and pushed
it through the aisles. It was an odd experience, seeing things in a slightly
larger scale than she was used to. She managed to get quite a few things
from the shelves without having to stretch too much. When she walked by
the stock boys, she exaggerated her walk, swaying her hips further than
normal. When she knew she had their attention, she bent over pretending
to be looking for something on a lower shelf, giving the teenaged boys a
nice view of her ass, still sexy underneath the fabric of the shorts. And it
had the desired effect. The stockboys always asked if they could help her
get something.
But always present was the feeling that her clothes were getting looser on
her body. Several times during her shopping experience she had to
readjust her shorts and tie them tight again, only to have to do it again ten
minutes later. She knew that it wouldn't be noticable right away, but
eventually it would be and with it would come questions.

Tyler walked into the grocery store and grabbed a red plastic basket. He
glanced at the list and made his way first to the produce aisle. Grabbing a
bag of baby carrots, he heard Mrs. Dahl's familiar voice in the next aisle
chatting away with one of the stockboys. He walked around the corner to
see a short woman dressed in a white top and shorts pushing a cart away
from the stockboy. He stopped trying to figure out where Mrs. Dahl went,
and eventually shrugged and moved on. Walking to the next aisle to pick
up some croutons for the salad, he heard Mrs. Dahl's voice in the next
aisle again. Speeding up his walk, he saw the back of the short woman
again.
"Where is she?" Tyler said as he went about his shopping.
A few minutes later, Tyler was getting the last thing on his shopping list
and absently walked into an aisle. He felt a sharp jolt as he heard the
familiar sound of a shopping cart hitting something.
"Oh!" he said, finally looking where he was going. "I'm sorry, ma'am."
"T...Tyler?"
This caused Tyler to take a closer look at the person he just hit. At first, all
he could see was the white top and the shorts, but he finally saw Mrs.
Dahl looking up at him, holding up her shorts with one hand.
"Mrs. Dahl? You're so...small!"

Subject: The Mini MILF - Chapter 4

Big Tom

"Mrs. Dahl? You're so...small!"

Carrie put her finger up to her lips in a "shhhh" manner.
Posted:Mond "Not so loud, Tyler," Carrie said. "I'm trying to keep a low profile."
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"Well, you certainly have the low part down," Tyler snickered quietly.
2005 6:53:22 "Ha ha. Very funny," Carrie said with a dour look on her face. "Seriously,
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I'm trying to buy groceries while I'm still tall enough to do so."
"Let me help you. I only have a few more things to get and I'm sure you
would appreciate the company."
"Thanks, Tyler," Carrie smiled. "That would be nice." With that, the two
neighbors walked through the rest of the store, completing both of their
shopping runs quickly. Every so often, Tyler would look down at Carrie as
she adjusted her shorts or tried reaching for items on a shelf above her
head, awed at the sight of the woman he'd fantasized about so many

times being so small and defenseless in a world of near giants.

Once they both went through the checkout, the two went to the parking lot
with Tyler helping Carrie put the grocery bags into her SUV.
"Do you think you'll be able to get home, Mrs. Dahl?" Tyler asked.
"As long as I can keep adjusting my seat, I should be fine." Carrie
reached down and readjusted her seat, putting it up and forward from
where it was about a half hour ago when she arrived. As she was getting
ready to start the SUV, she noticed that she had to stretch a bit to get her
foot on the accelerator, not much, but enough to be noticable. Slamming
the door shut, she started the engine and drove out of the parking lot.
Carrie got back on the street that lead to her house when she saw the
familiar sight of black and white police cars with their red and blue lights
flashing on top of them ahead of her.
"Oh shit!" Carrie said as she saw the twisted remains of two cars in an
intersection, glass littering the street ahead. A uniformed policeman was
directing traffic to go around the accident, but the detour would take her
through a construction zone, which would add time to her trip. "Oh, great.
Just what I need.A detour." Turning the wheel when the officer directed
her to the detour, she drove slowly through the construction zone.
Minutes passed slowly, and with it came the feeling of Carrie's clothes
getting looser on her body. She felt her heartrate increase at the stress of
shrinking while behind the wheel while traffic moved at a snail's pace
getting through the construction zone. During the trip, she had to adjust
her seat again, making it harder for her to reach the pedals. "If things
don't start moving soon, I'll be stuck here," she thought to herself as she
crept along.
Eventually, the detour ended and Carrie was on her way back home. She
drove onto Michael Lane, the street where her house was, and was
almost home when she tried to step on the brakes...and found the pedal
had gotten a lot lower than she remembered it. Even when she stretched,
she had a hard time reaching the pedal and keeping her eyes on the
road.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she realized how small she'd gotten. She
sped down the street and eventually turned the wheel to try to park the
SUV in her driveway. As soon as she made the turn, she slid down in the
seat and pushed on the brake with all of her might. The SUV slowed and
stopped within inches of her garage door. Breathing a sigh of relief, she
set the parking brake, slid up in her seat, put the SUV into Park, and shut
off the engine. Sitting up in her seat, she noticed that her shorts slid down
as she slid up in the seat, so, she carefully got out of her SUV and
adjusted them one more time.
But not before Tyler drove into her driveway after her. Just as she was
about to pull up her shorts, she noticed Tyler getting out of his family's
SUV and looking at her naked ass.
"Mrs. Dahl, are you all right?"
Turning a bright shade of red, Carrie pulled up her shorts and whirled

around. She marveled at how tall Justin had gotten since she left the
grocery store.
"I...I think I might need some help getting these groceries indoors."
Without saying a word, Tyler opened up Carrie's door, grabbed several
bags, and walked with her to the front door. Carrie fumbled with the keys,
but finally unlocked the door.
As she walked in, she was amazed at the difference in size everything
had become. It was as though someone created an exact replica of her
house, but built it to a larger scale. She was still able to function with
some minor adjustments, but she knew there would come a point where it
would be impossible for her to do anything. And it would only be a matter
of time.
Tyler proved to be a big help in putting her groceries away. He figured out
where he could put different food and appliances so Carrie could reach
them even after she shrank too small to reach the countertop. After things
were set up, Tyler looked down at his neighbor.
"Is there anything else I can do for you, Mrs. Dahl?"
"I don't think so, Tyler. Thanks for your help." She beckoned for him to
lean down as she got on her tiptoes. When he was down low enough, she
gave him a kiss on the cheek and smiled as he stood there stunned.
"Well...ummm...th...thank you, Mrs. Dahl," Tyler stammered. "L...let me
give you my cell phone number in case you need anything." With that, he
grabbed paper and a pen from the counter and scribbled his number on
the paper, thankful for even the brief respite from the situation. Handing
her the paper, he smiled and said, "I'd better get going before my mom
gets upset. I'll talk to you soon."
"Thanks, Tyler," Carrie said, smiling.
Tyler walked out the front door and closed the door. As great as it felt to
have Mrs. Dahl kiss him, he came to a conclusion that would shake him
back to reality.
It was his bioelectric generator that caused Mrs. Dahl to shrink.

Subject: The Mini MILF - Chapter 5

Big Tom

Carrie looked up at the mark she made on the wall when she last
measured herself and compared it to the mark she just made for the
Posted:Mond same purpose. Taking out the tape measure, she held one end against
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the later mark and let the other end drop to the floor. Once she secured
2005 6:54:00 the other end, she looked at the result. She knew she was shorter than
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she was a few hours ago, but she wasn't prepared for what she found this

time.
"Forty seven inches," Carrie said. "That makes me...." She calculated her
new height in her head and paused, not wanting to believe the results.
"...three feet, eleven inches tall."
The words echoed in the kitchen and in her mind. She had shrunk two
feet since this morning with no end in sight. Scrambling up a chair to
reach the surface of the kitchen table where Tyler had put her purse when
he carried in her groceries, she looked franticly for her cell phone. She
breathed a sigh of relief when she found it, turned it on, and found she
had battery power and a good connection.
"At least I will still have a lifeline to the outside world," she said, clutching
Tyler's cell phone number a little tighter as though her life depended on it.
Slipping the cell phone and number into her shorts pocket, she looked to
the stairs, wondering when they would become a series of high cliffs.
Tyler sat quietly at the dinner table that night, picking at his food and
mulling over the realization that something he created caused Mrs. Dahl
to shrink uncontrollably. He had never considered his scientific knowledge
to be a curse before, and it weighed on his mind heavily. His mother
noticed this and went over to console him.
"What's wrong, Tyler?"
"Nothing," Tyler said, the depression evident in his voice.
"Something must be wrong," his mom said. "You love lasagna and you
barely touched your helping." Tyler sighed and looked up at his mother.
"Mom, I may have done a bad thing to someone I care about deeply," he
said after a pause. "And it's because of something I created."
"I'm sure it's not as bad as you think," his mother said, taking a seat next
to him and patting him on the shoulder. "And if you broke it, I'm sure you
can fix it."
A light went on in Tyler's mind. If the bioelectric generator could make
Mrs. Dahl shrink, it might be able to make her grow as well! He stood up
suddenly, gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, and ran upstairs to his
room to get to work.
"Hmmmm. I must have inspired him," Terri Jordan said, smiling to herself.
"I'd love to see that bitch Carrie Dahl do that!"
At that time, Carrie was attempting to complete a different feat: climbing
into bed. The stairs proved to be less of a challenge than anticipated
since she hadn't shrunk small enough to have to crawl upstairs, but the
bed was a different matter. At around 3 1/2 feet tall, the bed loomed
before her bigger than anything she'd ever seen in a bedroom before, but
she was determined not to let her diminished size change her life until it
was absolutely necessary. Her shorts had gotten too large to wear, so
she had to hold them up with one hand while she surveyed her
surroundings. Although she was still taller than the top of her bed, she
would still have to climb a bit to get into bed. Grabbing a hold of the

sheets, she got a good foothold on the bed frame and pulled herself up
high enough so that she could throw a leg onto the top of the bed and
scramble up. Lying on her back for a bit, she smiled, knowing she would
have at least one more night in her bed. Soon, she fell asleep, saying a
silent prayer that she would wake up and she would be normal again.
Tyler worked to modify the bioelectric generator to reverse what he had
done to Mrs. Dahl. He heard a knock on his door.
"Tyler, time for bed," his mother said through the door.
"Okay, Mom!" Tyler said, turning off his desk light and going to the light
switch on the wall. Before turning off the light, he turned on a digital timer
in his hand. Slowly the seconds ticked down.
"Thirty minutes and then it's back to work," Tyler said to himself as he
turned off his lights and walked to his bed to pretend to go to sleep.
After the timer went off, Tyler shut it off and snuck out into the hallway to
his mom's room. As he expected, she was already sound asleep, snoring
lightly. He tiptoed back to his room, shut the door, and turned on his desk
light to resume his work.
Carrie woke up with a start shortly after 2 a.m., her face dripping with
sweat.
"Wow! What a nightmare! I dreamed that I..."
Looking around at her surroundings, she realized it was no dream. The
bedroom still loomed larger than believable before her as though she
were a small child again. She felt a slight chill on her legs as she felt the
air conditioning kick on. Looking down, she noticed her shorts were
bunched up at her feet, having slipped off her body while she slept.
"Oh great," she muttered. "I lose the tank top and I'm naked." Standing up
on the bed, she checked the hem of the only remaining piece of clothing
she had on and found that the tank top still fit, but it fit more like a short
skirt.
A very short skirt.
Tugging at the bottom hem of the shirt to try to stretch it even a little bit,
she noticed it still didn't quite cover her pubic hair. She sat back down on
the bed holding her head in her hands with her elbows on her thighs,
thinking about what her next move would be. Looking up, she saw the
bulge in her shorts from where her cell phone was. Her salvation sat a
couple of feet away. Yet, she was afraid, embarassed even, that she
would have to rely on a teenage boy with a crush on her to help her. And
who knew what would happen when he would see her wearing nothing
more than a tank top and being incapable of much resistance should he
decide to act on his desires. She would be completely helpless and
subject to his whims.
She sat for a long time weighing her options.
Tyler sat working on the bioelectric generator, growing more frustrated at

not being able to figure out how it went from a generator to a shrink ray.
And he wasn't sure that he could reverse the process. He glanced at the
clock radio by his bed and saw that it read 3:24 a.m. He was about to
give up for the night when he heard a low humming coming from the
corner of his desk. Looking over at the sound, he saw it was his cell
phone vibrating. He checked the caller ID on the phone and saw it was
Mrs. Dahl. Flipping the phone open and hitting the button that would allow
him to take the call, he was barely able to squeak out a "Hello?"
"Tyler, this is Mrs. Dahl. I need your help."

Subject: The Mini MILF - Chapter 6

Big Tom

And don't worry. Tyler is 18. :D

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Tyler carried Mrs. Dahl up to his room, doing his best to avert his eyes
2005 6:55:09 from looking at the exposed flesh under her tank top. But every so often,
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he would catch a glimpse of her tanned ass, her pussy lips, or a tuft of
her pubic hair and he felt his face grow red with embarassment. He sat
her on the bed and closed the door so no one else would see. When he
turned back, Mrs. Dahl was shivering, partially out of cold, partially out of
fear.
"What's wrong, Mrs. Dahl?" Tyler asked.
"Well, aside from being a three foot tall adult wearing nothing but a tank
top that's not big enough to cover my genitals, nothing." Tyler winced at
the edge in her voice.
"I'm sorry," he said, hanging his head in shame. "If it wasn't for me, you
wouldn't be in this situation."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Dahl said as she cocked her head. Tyler took
a deep sigh and paused before speaking.
"Yesterday there was an accident involving my science fair project, a
bioelectric generator. I knocked it off my desk and it broke. When I
repaired it and hooked up the power source, a weird purple ball of
electricity shot out of it and out the window. I believe that ball hit you and
is causing you to shrink for some reason."
There was a break in the conversation. Tyler looked down at Mrs. Dahl as
she processed this new information. No longer was the how she started
shrinking a mystery. But another question loomed heavy in the room.
"So, can you make me big again?"
It was Tyler's turn to pause before responding. He dreaded having to say

the next three words, but he had to be honest with Mrs. Dahl. He steeled
himself and looked her straight in the eye with sorrow and shame.
"I don't know."
A ray of sunlight pierced the darkness of Tyler's room signaling the start
of a new day. Carrie stirred from atop Tyler's bed and sat up to stretch
and get her bearings. Even though this was the first time she had been in
Tyler's bedroom, she could tell things were different than they were earlier
that morning when he snuck her into his house. She looked over at the
desk and saw Tyler with his head down on the desktop, sleeping soundly.
She smiled as she sat up on the edge of the bed and dropped quietly to
the floor. Before going over to wake him, she noticed that the hem of her
shirt was now a couple of inches below her pubic hair.
"Still a bit on the short side, but at least my ass isn't exposed anymore,"
Carrie said as she made her way to the giant desk and teenage boy
dozing contently in his chair. When she was close enough to reach him,
she stood up on tiptoes and grabbed the sleeve of his t-shirt.
"Tyler, time to wake up," she said as she tugged on his sleeve. The young
man started to slowly wake up. Eventually, he picked his head up off the
desk and looked down at his diminutive neighbor.
"Guh morng," he muttered as he tried to get awake.
"Good morning, Tyler," Carrie said, looking up at him.
"M...Mrs. Dahl!" Tyler said, suddenly getting a surge of energy at the
surprise of seeing her. He bent down to better converse with her and so
that he could keep his voice low so no one outside the room could hear
him. "How are you feeling?"
"Well, I'm still shrinking, but at least I'm not exposing myself at the
slightest breeze," Carrie smiled. "Have you made any progress on
reversing my shrinking?"
"I think so, but I have to reroute some of the circuitry and make sure it will
take a charge from the power source. If the circuitry blows, it might
damage the entire apparatus and we won't be able to get you back to
normal."
"I know you'll do your best, Tyler," Carrie said, getting up on her tiptoes to
give Tyler a kiss on the cheek. Tyler smiled and turned a brilliant red in
embarassment. Carrie smiled and went back to his bed, leaving him
sitting there in stunned silence.
Tyler came back to his room carrying a small plate of eggs, bacon, and
toast, a glass of orange juice, and silverware on a tray. Setting it down in
front of Mrs. Dahl, he smiled. "Time for breakfast," he said.
"Tyler, how sweet!" Mrs. Dahl said. "Thank you."
"I figured you could use a bite to eat, so I made sure I saved some of my
breakfast to bring up to you." Mrs. Dahl reached out for her fork and
started digging in to the eggs. "But I also wanted to talk to you about what
to do if my mom were to come in here. I don't think she'd appreciate you

being here."
"Why not?" Mrs. Dahl asked between bites. "She and I have always
gotten along."
"Well, I've heard her insult you behind your back many times," Tyler said,
looking at Mrs. Dahl. "For some reason, she hates you. I can't figure out
why, but she does. And if she saw you in here, who knows what she'd
do?"
"And I'm not exactly in the best position to fight back. So, what do I do?"
"Hide. Whenever someone comes into the room, hide. If it's me, I'll give
you a verbal signal and then you can come out. But it should be
something that won't arouse suspicion."
"Good idea. What will your signal be?"
"I'll say the word 'study.' If I don't say it, then it's not clear."
"Okay," Mrs. Dahl said.
"Good. Now I'd better get back to work. Let me know when you're done
eating and I'll clear your plate, Mrs. Dahl."
"Just like in a fancy resort," Mrs. Dahl smiled. She turned her attention
back to her breakfast, watching Tyler turn back to his desk and work on
getting her back to normal.
Carrie found herself lying naked on Tyler's bed. Sitting up, she noticed
she was only a little smaller than she had been when she fell asleep.
Suddenly the door opened and Tyler walked in wearing a towel around
his waist. She looked at his toned body defined by exercise and like
chiseled stone. A slight moan escaped from her lips as she felt her pussy
get wet with her juices.
"Mrs. Dahl, I have a confession," Tyler said. "I've lusted after you since
you moved into the neighborhood. I've spent many a night masterbating
at the thought of you being naked. Well, now I have you and I want to
fuck you before you shrink away to nothing."
Carrie smiled. Tyler may be a younger man, but he was handsome and
smoldered sexuality. Without any hesitation, she looked at him and gave
a wicked grin.
"Lose the towel," she said. Tyler smiled and dropped the white towel to
the carpet, revealing his naked body to her. Even though she was smaller
than normal, she could tell Tyler had a good sized cock, and it was
already hard. Wordlessly, he moved onto the bed and spread Carrie's
legs. Like an experienced lover, he slid his cock into her tiny pussy. It was
almost too large for her, but she took in as much as she could.
"Fuck me," she said breathlessly. "Fuck your tiny doll."
Carrie closed her eyes and gave herself heart and soul to her giant
teenaged lover. His larger than life cock filled her pussy. Her breath grew
more and more shallow as she grew closer and closer to climax. Her
moaning grew louder and louder.
"Oh my...I'm going to cummmmmm!"

Carrie sat up with a start, grabbing her sides. She wasn't naked, but she
was still in Tyler's room. Tyler turned from his work with a start.
"Mrs. Dahl, are you okay?" he said with a look of concern on his face.
"I...I'm fine," Carrie said. "Just a bad dream."
"Oh, okay," Tyler said before turning back to his desk.
Carrie laid back down looking up at the ceiling with the thoughts of her
dream still vivid in her mind. The moisture between her legs revealed
more than she wished, but it confirmed something that would become an
obsession.
She wanted to have one last sexual romp before she shrank too much
smaller.

Subject: The Mini MILF - Chapter 7

Big Tom

This is certainly a REALLY hard R-rated section, so be warned. :-)

Posted:Wedn
esday Jun 01 Carrie waited patiently for the right time and opportunity to try to seduce
2005 7:52:20 Tyler, but with his mom in the house, that could prove to be difficult. Tyler
pm
had gone downstairs to wash the plate he brought up for her to use while
she ate breakfast. Doing as she had been instructed, Carrie hid under the
bed until he returned. After ten minutes of being gone, she started
worrying. But moments later, Tyler came back to his room.
"Sorry I can't go shopping with you this morning," Tyler said through the
doorway. "I have to study for a test on Monday."
"That's fine, Tyler," his mom said, her voice muffled by the walls of the
room. "Don't forget you have to mow the lawn tomorrow."
"I haven't forgotten, Mom. But now I have to go study."
"Okay. See you in a couple of hours."
Carrie smiled as she crawled out from under Tyler's bed. This was the
opportunity she was looking for and she was going to take it. After about
five minutes, she walked over to Tyler's chair and tugged on his pantleg.
"Tyler, could you bathe me?"
The stunned silence hung in the air for a moment or two as Tyler let the
thought sink in.
"Ummm...sure," he said finally.
"But first, I want you to measure me. You know, just to see if water has
any effect on me."
"O...okay," Tyler said, grabbing a ruler. Carrie stood up straight, puffing

out her chest to make her breasts seem larger. This flustered Tyler, but he
eventually got a measurement.
"Two feet, ten inches," he said finally.
"Why, I'm just wasting away to nothing," Carrie said. "Pretty soon this shirt
won't even fit me." With that, she removed her tank top, revealing her
naked, tanned, toned body to Tyler. Even at less than three feet tall, she
was still gorgeous, her large breasts defying gravity. When she had let
Tyler see enough, she turned on her heel and headed towards the door.
Stopping at the door, she turned her head back at Tyler, who was still
stunned by the sight.
"Oh, and I insist that you bathe with me," she cooed.
Without a word, Tyler walked after Carrie.
Tyler ran a bath for the two of them before stripping off his clothes. Carrie
marveled at how fit he looked and how his cock seemed gigantic to her
tiny eyes. In her mind, she tried to figure if Tyler would fit inside her. It
would be tight, but it would be worth it. But she would have to act fast
before she got too small. Tyler climbed into the tub and sat down before
reaching out to help her into the tub.
The warm water felt good on Carrie's skin, as did Tyler's strong hands on
her body. She closed her eyes and smiled as she leaned back against his
thighs.
"Mmmmmm...this feels good." With that, she reached down and touched
Tyler's penis. "And so does this." A girlish giggle escaped from her mouth,
catching Tyler off guard.
"Mrs. Dahl?"
She turned to look at her giant potential lover with a dreamy look on her
face. "Yes?"
"I've never...you know...with a girl before. I mean, I'm only 18."
"It's okay, Tyler," she cooed. "I've never been a three foot tall adult
before." She reached down and started stroking his penis with her tiny
hands. Within moments he was rock hard and larger than life before her.
"Ohhhhh...Mrs. Dahl," Tyler moaned.
"Call me Carrie," she replied. "I want you to call me Carrie."
"Yes, Mrs....Carrie," Tyler smiled. Carrie felt his cock throb between her
legs. Now would be the time.
"Ohhhh, Tyler," Carrie moaned in her sexiest voice. "Fuck me."
With a bit of awkwardness, Tyler repositioned himself in the tub, lying on
his back so that Carrie could stay above water. Lifting her up out of the
water, he watched as she spread her legs as wide as she could to
accomodate him, and then he slid her down on the head of his cock.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Carrie screamed, even louder than she expected for
being so small. As expected, it was a tight fit, but the combination of pain
and pleasure washed together in a powerful sensation. But the size
difference was enough that Tyler couldn't fit all of his cock into her pussy.
"I can't get it in all the way," he said.

"Don't worry. I'll manage." She leaned her head back and started
clenching her leg muscles, making the fit even tighter. Bucking her hips,
she started bouncing up and down on his gigantic cock. Her screams got
louder and louder.
"Oh fuck! I've never felt so horny in my life! Fuck me harder!" With that,
her bucking got wilder, faster, more animalistic. Her ample breasts
bounced with each new upward thrust and downward slide.
Tyler sat wide-eyed at the blonde sexual dynamo riding his cock like a
horse. It was something he had fantasized about for years, but not quite
like it was happening. Even though the conditions weren't perfect, he was
aroused beyond words. The woman of his adolescent dreams was here,
real, and going wild on his cock.
Carrie screamed out again as she got closer to climax. She felt a new
sensation, like Tyler's cock was growing inside of her. This made the fit
that much tighter and her pleasure that much greater. She bucked even
harder, echoing Tyler's own moans of pleasure.
"Oh my...I'm gonna cum," Tyler moaned.
"Hurry, Tyler," Carrie said with an edge to her voice mixed with pleasure.
"Cum inside your little dolly woman."
Moments later, the two screamed in pleasure, each one climaxing at the
same time. Their combined voices boomed through the bathroom and
echoed throughout the upstairs. Slowly, their heartbeats slowed and Tyler
helped Carrie get off his cock. Looking up at her giant lover, she smiled.
"Thank you, Tyler. That meant more to me than you'll ever know."
After the two lovers had cleaned themselves off from their romp, Tyler
carried Carrie back to his room and sat her on the bed. She was wrapped
in a hand towel that fit like a regular towel would have only a few days
earlier. Tyler stood still naked in front of his dresser and started picking
out underwear and socks to wear that day. He spoke while keeping his
back to his diminishing lover.
"Carrie, about what just happened..."
"Yes?"
"Are you going to tell your husband that we had sex?"
"Nah," Carrie said. "It can be our little secret."
"But why all of the sudden?" Tyler turned to face her. "I'm just a kid."
"Because you are growing up to be a fine young man," Carrie said. "All
the trouble you've gone to over me, you confessing what caused me to
shrink, all your work to try to get me back to normal size...you've really
grown up over the last day or two. And I find that very sexy."
"Really?"
"Really. And I felt I owed you for helping me through this. So, I decided
that I would repay you by giving you what you've always wanted: me."
Tyler blushed at this sentiment, but she continued. "Don't think I haven't
noticed you peeking at me from your bedroom window." She wagged her
finger in mock condemnation, a smile brightening her face.

"It's true. I have fantasized about you since you moved in next door.
You're the sexiest woman I've ever known."
Now it was Carrie's turn to blush. "Thank you. And for a first time, you
were magnificent. You pleased me in ways I haven't felt in a long time, if
ever."
Just then, a downstairs door opened and Tyler's mom could be heard
saying, "Tyler, I'm home." Carrie scrambled off the bed and crawled under
it just moments before Tyler's mom walked into his bedroom.
"Mom! I'm changing!"
"I'm sorry, honey, but I wanted to show you this new shirt I bought...." She
stopped in mid-sentence and looked around the room as though she
knew something was wrong. Her eyes scanned the room before her eyes
locked on an article of clothing on the floor.
A white tank top near Tyler's bed.

Subject: The Mini MILF - Chapter 8

Big Tom

Carrie cowered under the bed, listening to events unfold. She shivered
and clutched the hand towel closer to her body as Tyler and his mom
Posted:Sund conversed. And with a long pause in the conversation, she suspected she
ay Jun 05
would be discovered soon.
2005 8:23:54 "Mom!" Tyler said trying to cover his partially nude body. "I'm trying to get
am
dressed here!" He hoped he could get her out of the room and distract
her from the white tank top on the floor. But to no avail.
"What is that?" his mom said, pointing at the tank top.
"It looks like a white tank top."
"I can see that, but whose is it?"
"You know, I think I know. I was getting my gym clothes ready to wash
when I notice I'd picked up someone else's tank top by mistake. I was
going to wash it and return it to the owner on Monday." Tyler looked at his
mom as she considered his story.
"That's so nice of you!" she said with a broad smile on her face. "I'll let
you do that, but don't forget to get some sun and fresh air. It's a beautiful
day today!"
"I won't, Mom," Tyler smiled. "I'll be down in an hour and maybe we can
go for a bike ride, but I want to finish studying for my test."
"Okay," his mom said as she made her way to the door. As soon as the
door closed, she smiled to herself. Her suspicions were confirmed, but
she couldn't act on them just yet. She would wait a bit longer to spring her
trap.

"I nearly got caught," Carrie thought to herself as she sat on Tyler's bed.
The scene kept playing out in her mind a million different ways, and all of
them winding up with a stroke of good luck saving her ass. She had been
silent for the better part of the afternoon when Tyler suddenly turned with
a broad smile on his face.
"Carrie, I think I might have figured out why the bioelectric generator
shrunk you. When I knocked it off the desk, it broke on the floor. I just
started haphazardly putting the circuits into the generator to get it 'fixed'
without checking the orientation."
"I don't understand."
"It's really pretty simple," Tyler said, going into his "instructor" mode.
"What the bioelectric generator did prior to it breaking was it would take
energy from a living source, like a plant, run it through the circuitry,
amplify that energy, and have it discharge at the other end. With my
attempt to fix it, I didn't look at how the circuits were in the generator
before, instead going off of memory and guessing what looked right. So,
when I hooked up the power, it didn't draw power from the potato and
amplify it as it normally would. Instead, it drew power from the potato and
condensed it to a point where it sought out the closest source of
bioelectricity in its path. Which was you, unfortunately. Then, it started
condensing your bioelectricity, causing you to shrink."
"Now that we know how it shrank me, does it mean it can be reversed?"
"Presumably," Tyler said. "It may be as easy to fix as changing the
circuitry so that it still draws power from the potato, but changes it into a
growth ray."
"How long should that take?"
"A couple of hours at least. I'll have to map the circuitry before I start
undoing everything just in case it doesn't work."
"Okay," Carrie said, her eyes gleaming with the first hope she'd had since
she started shrinking. She laid back on the bed and slept, dreaming of the
day she would be able to look back on this experience and laugh.
A couple hours passed with no success. Then a couple more. And with
each hour, Carrie's hopes dwindled with her height. Tyler brought her a
small plate of lasagna and silverware, but she didn't feel much like eating.
"You have to eat something, Carrie," Tyler said, picking up the fork and
putting a small section of the lasagna up to her mouth.
"Why?" Carrie said with tears starting to form in her eyes. "I'm going to
shrink away to nothing!"
"No, you're not. It's just taking longer than expected to work through the
circuitry to make sure I can get the desired effect without blowing the
circuits."
"Longer than expected?" Carrie said. "You're not the one shrinking!"
"If I didn't take the time, you might wind up shrinking even faster or I may
not be able to reverse what I've already done! Do you want to get back to

normal again?"
"More than anything! I'm tired of being a freak having to rely on you for
everything."
"You're not a freak," Tyler said, looking lovingly at Carrie as tears
streamed down her face. "You're a beautiful woman. You were one before
you started shrinking, and you'll always be one, regardless of what
happens."
"I'm not a woman, Tyler! I'm a doll! A living, breathing, real life doll! You
should just stick me in a dollhouse and charge admission! Come see the
Incredible Shrinking Carrie! You could pay for college just having horny
teenagers and men come over and have me act like sexy!"
"I wouldn't do that to you," Tyler said.
"And why not?"
"Because I have too much respect for you."
"Really? You didn't seem to have a problem when I was writhing up and
down on your cock a few hours ago!"
Those words hung heavy in the air, hitting Tyler like a fist to the stomach.
He looked down at Carrie one more time before turning back to his desk
and continue his work. Carrie sat for a moment before putting her head in
her hands and crying at her situation...but also at hurting a young man
she'd grown to care about.
Hours passed without conversation or incident. Tyler sat at his desk,
quietly swearing to himself when he couldn't figure out how to reverse the
effect of his bioelectric generator and get Carrie back to normal size.
Carrie sat on Tyler's bed, feeling the cloth of the hand towel cover her feet
as it had for since after her fight with Tyler. So many times she wanted to
walk over and apologize for what she said, but she simply lacked the
courage. And with each passing hour, her hopes and her body shrank a
bit more.
It was midnight when Carrie finally got up the courage to do what she
needed to do. She dangled her feet off the side of the bed, noting how far
of a drop it would be, and finally pushed herself off the bed to the floor.
She landed on her feet, but the impact made her hand towel fall off her
body, leaving her exposed to Tyler. Walking over, she reached up and
tugged as hard as she could on his pant leg until he looked down.
"Yes?" Tyler said with no emotion in his voice.
"Tyler, I'm sorry for what I said," Carrie said, looking up at the giant teen
before her. "I know you're working your ass off to help me and I shouldn't
have snapped at you. I was taking out my frustration on someone who
has treated me with respect from the outset. Can you forgive me?"
"Of course I can," Tyler said with a smile on his face. "You are going
through a stressful time right now, so I'd be a jerk if I held that against
you."
"Thank you," Carrie said, wiping tears from her eyes. "How close are you
to fixing the bioelectric generator?"

"I'm close, but I'm too tired to keep working on it tonight. I can get a fresh
start on it tomorrow morning before I have to go mow the lawn."
"Yes," Carrie said, wagging a finger in mock punishment. "You must get
your rest, young man."
"Yes, Mom," Tyler smiled. With that he picked up his shrinking neighbor
and got her back on the bed. Tyler stripped down to his underwear and
was about to climb into bed when Carrie looked up at him with a wicked
smile.
"Lose the underwear," she said. Tyler smiled and slipped the underwear
off his hips. Once he climbed into bed, he put her on his chest. She
snuggled against his chest hair, feeling the warmth of his body against
hers. The rising and falling of his chest lulled her to sleep, happy that
she'd been able to apologize to him.
When Carrie woke up the next morning, she noticed that everything had
gotten larger during the night. But she didn't care anymore because she
was sleeping on a giant man who made her feel special. Looking over at
the clock radio, she saw that it was a little after 9 a.m., and judging from
her surroundings, she was a little above one foot tall. Crawling up to
Tyler's face, she gave him a playful kiss and said, "It's time to get up,
Tyler." His eyes fluttered open to see his naked neighbor smiling at him.
"Good morning, Carrie."
"Good morning, sexy."
"What time is it?"
"A little after 9."
"Great. That should give me a little time to work on the generator before I
have to mow the lawn." With that he put Carrie on the bed and went back
to his desk to start working. Fifteen minutes later, he said, "I've done it! I
think I've figured out how to reverse the process!"
"That's great!" Carrie said. Finally this nightmare would be over and she
could go back to being her normal 5'11" height instead of being stuck at
doll size.
"It's a shot in the dark, but I think it would work. I just need to change the
circuitry around a bit to make it work." He started in on readjusting the
circuitry when his mom called from behind the door.
"Time to mow the lawn, Tyler!"
"I'll be there in a minute, Mom!"
"No, now! I let you sleep until after 9, but if it gets much later, you won't
be able to get it done before it gets hot." Her voice revealed a tone that
left no room for compromise. Sighing, Tyler got dressed and helped
Carrie under the bed.
"I'll be back after I'm done," Tyler said as he walked out of the bedroom.
Carrie started crawling back under the bed where she wouldn't be seen
when she heard the door open again about a minute later. She stayed
silent, knowing that the slightest noise would reveal her position. Then, a
bright light shined in her eyes, blinding her temporarily. When the spots

cleared from her eyes, she saw the face of Terri Jordan smiling like a cat
who had just caught a mouse.
"Hi there...Barbie Dahl."

Subject: The Mini MILF - Chapter 9

Carrie looked disbelievingly at the sight of Terri Jordan, Tyler's mom, looking at
her as she hid under the bed. Her face was as big as a billboard and her arms
seemed to reach forever as she reached under the bed and tried to grab Carrie.
The tiny woman scooted on her butt away from the giant hand coming at her and
managed to barely escape the first effort.
"Keep going, Barbie," Terri said. "You'll run out of room soon enough and then
you're mine!"
"What is your problem?" Carrie screamed.
"You are!" Terri grabbed a yardstick and started poking it at Carrie. The smaller
woman dodged the strikes with ease, but they weren't designed to hit her, merely
to get her to move closer to where Terri could grab her. Each new jab forced
Carrie to move a little closer to the open, and a little closer to being captured.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Terri sang in a mocking tone. "You're
running out of time and right now I'm the only one capable of getting you back to
normal."
Even though it was an obvious trap, Carrie knew Terri was right. If she wanted to
get back to normal, she'd have to play along and hope that the giant woman
would be able to see past her hatred and do the right thing.
"Okay, I give," Carrie said, crawling out from underneath the bed and standing
naked before Terri. She stood looking up at Terri's larger than life body, her large
breasts held in place with a sports bra, her tanned legs exposed by black Lycra
short shorts. With her long black hair in a ponytail behind her head, she looked
like a Greek goddess looking down on a follower doomed to die. She knelt down,
looked at the tiny naked Carrie, and grabbed her in one hand.
"Barbie, I knew blondes were stupid, but you have to be the stupidest of the

bunch," she cackled as she walked out with her tiny prize in her hand.
"What are you going to do with me?" Carrie asked with a fearful tone resonating
in her voice.
"I'm going to have some fun," Terri said, looking down at her tiny captive like a
new toy. "And you're going to do what I say if you ever want to see Tyler again.
Understood?" Carrie nodded, knowing she would regret it, but also knowing she
didn't have much of a choice anymore. She was a doll in a world of giants.
Terri walked into her bedroom and set Carrie on the bed. "Now stay put, Barbie,
because I'm going to give you a sexual experience that will put your fuck session
with Tyler in the bathtub to shame!"
"You know about that? How?"
"Simple deduction, Barbie. I saw Tyler's clothes on the floor and I knew you were
here. It was only a matter of time before you played the incredible shrinking slut!
Boy, what will your husband say when I tell him that you seduced his 18 year old
neighbor?" Terri's voice was a combination of mockery and excitement. She had
been waiting a long time for something like this and she was savoring each
deliciously evil moment.
"How did you know I was here?"
"When Tyler snuck you in the house, I was going to get a bottle of water when I
noticed Tyler's light was on. I found him sleeping at his desk...and I saw you
sleeping on his bed, smaller than I'd ever seen you."
"You...you spied on us?"
"Of course! As soon as I knew you were shrinking, I watched you whenever I
could, just biding my time until I could get Tyler out of the house so that I could
take advantage of your...diminished abilities."
"You sick bitch!" Carrie screamed.
"Oh, I have not yet begun to enjoy this delicious situation," Terri said. "But that
changes now."
With that, Terri slowly removed her sports bra, revealing her ample breasts.
Carrie sat stunned watching Terri strip off her shorts, leaving her naked before
the tiny woman. For a woman in her early 40s, Terri still had a fantastic body, one
that would drive any man wild.
"Wh...what are you going to do with me?" Carrie asked, unable to hide her fear
any longer. Terri crawled seductively onto the bed beside Carrie and purred.
"I'm going to use you as a human dildo," Terri said with a wicked smile. "And I
think you'll be just big enough to make me cum over and over again."

Terri's hand reached down for the shivering Carrie.

"Help! Tyler, help!" the tiny woman screamed.
"He can't hear you, Barbie," Terri said as she grabbed Carrie's naked body. "He's
out mowing the lawn and he'll have a few 'problems' that will cause delays. You'll
be mine for at least an hour. Now, get stiff, my little fuck doll."
Doing what Terri told her to do, she stiffened her body, locking her elbows and
legs straight down. The giant Terri slid Carrie into her pussy feet first. The warmth
and moisture of her slit felt good against Carrie's feet and she felt herself getting
aroused at the sensation. With every thrust into the giant woman's pussy, her
own pussy lips rubbed together, bringing her closer to climax as the giant did.
She couldn't help but moan as she came before Terri did. She hoped that the
giant woman didn't hear her and closed her eyes to let Terri finish her business
and hopefully end this perverted experience.
After what seemed to be a lifetime, Carrie felt the warm slickness of Terri's cum
against her feet. Terri's body quivered with delight as she climaxed several times.
She laid back against the pillows on her bed and smiled down at the tiny woman
still clutched in her grasp.
"That was wonderful, Barbie," she cooed. "You were a wonderful fuck doll."
Carrie smiled lightly until she saw Terri's face twist into a dark rage. "But you
came before I did!" With that, she switched her grip and jammed Carrie head first
into her pussy.
"Oh God no! Please stop!" Carrie cried as she felt her hair slick at the still warm
juices of Terri's pussy. At first, she gasped for air until she learned Terri's rhythm
and then she was able to catch a breath and hold it between thrusts into the giant
woman's pussy. Slowly, though, she felt herself passing out at the lack of oxygen
she could get from being outside of Terri's pussy.
"I'm going to cum, Barbie Fuck Doll!" Terri yelled. But before she could, Carrie
succumbed to sweet oblivion and passed out.

Tyler hit the push lawn mower with his fists in frustration. He'd had trouble all
morning long with the mower stalling out repeatedly or breaking down piece by
piece. After 10 minutes of cursing and pulling on the starter cord, he finally got
the engine going again.
"Geez, what a stroke of bad luck," Tyler thought to himself as he pushed the
mower back into the tall grass. "At this rate, it will take all day to mow the lawn."

Carrie woke up to find that she couldn't move her arms or legs. She looked down
and found herself bound by string so that her arms were bound to her sides and

her legs were bound together at the ankles. She was immobilized, and she knew
who did it.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Terri said with a mocking smile on her face. "I have a
surprise for you." Craning her neck to see, Carrie saw Tyler's bioelectric
generator set up near the bed she was lying on.
"What are you going to do?" Carrie asked with more than a little fear in her voice.
"I'm going to use this thing to shrink you into oblivion," Terri said, the smile never
leaving her face. "When Tyler comes back, I'll tell him that you had a shrinking
spurt and shrank to microscopic size. Then you'll be out of my life once and for
all."
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Because you ruined my life!" Terri's smile faded into a mask of white hot anger.
"I had a happy marriage and a pretty good life as the hottest mom on the block.
Then you showed up and it all went to hell!"

After another ten minutes, the mower stopped again. Tyler was getting frustrated
at just what parts were falling off or what fluids were leaking out of what engine
part. He sat under a tall tree in the backyard to rest.
"This thing has never been this screwed up before," Tyler said. "First, there's no
oil in the mower. Then there's no gas. Then the bolts holding the engine down
worked themselves loose. Now, it looks like the gas was bad." Tyler sighed in
frustration. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say someone was...."
Tyler stopped in mid-sentence, his mind flashing to a scene he couldn't begin to
believe, but couldn't help but to believe.
"...was trying to get me out of the house...Oh, my God! Carrie's in danger!"

"What did I do?"

"My ex-husband left me two months after you moved into the neighborhood.
Before, he was so in love with me. We would have great sex at least twice a
week, but after you showed up, that stopped. I couldn't even get him to LOOK at
me, but he would gaze longingly as you pranced around in your bikini or
answered the door wearing nothing but a robe or a towel. And then I found out
that he'd been having an affair...with a hot blonde secretary!"
"And you blame me for that?"
"Yes! He wouldn't have had an affair if you hadn't turned him against me! And
now you're going to pay!" With that, Terri produced a lantern battery from behind

her back. "And with this little baby, we're going to see what putting some real
power into this shrink ray will do to you."
"Tyler, help me!"
"He can't help you," Terri said, taking her position beside the bioelectric
generator. "He's still outside mowing the lawn and he can't hear you." Terri
walked to the side of the bioelectric generator and hooked up the lantern battery
to the side of the generator where the potato would have been.
"Say goodbye, Barbie!"

Subject: The Mini MILF - Chapter 9

Tyler rushed through the front door and started making his way up the stairs to
his room. He knew his window of opportunity was shrinking and that he had to
find Carrie and his mom fast before something bad happened.

The bioelectric generator hummed to life when Terri hooked the terminals up to
the lantern battery. As it warmed up, she moved the generator so that the
"business end" pointed at Carrie. The humming got louder as a ball of purple
electrical energy formed on the side of the generator opposite to where the
lantern battery was. Terri smiled, knowing that her revenge would soon be
complete. She walked near the ball of energy so she could get a better view of
Carrie shrinking down to nothingness. The purple ball of energy grew from the
size of a marble to the size of a softball to the size of a bowling ball in a matter of
seconds.
"It won't be long now," Terri said to herself.
And then, there was an explosion.

Tyler heard the explosion when he was almost to the top of the stairs.
"Oh no!" he said to himself as he ran to his mom's bedroom. Throwing open the

door, he saw Carrie bound on his mom's bed and the bioelectric generator
smoking and in pieces, the remnants of a lantern battery smoking on the base of
the generator. He ran to Carrie and untied her.
"Are you okay?"
"Tyler!" Carrie cried, reaching up for him to pick her up. After he complied, she
stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him full on the lips. "I was so afraid that you
weren't going to save me."
"I almost didn't," Tyler said, thankful she was okay.
"Your mom went fucking CRAZY!" Tyler looked stunned at the language, but
knew it had the ring of truth to it.
"Where is my mom?" Tyler asked, looking around the room. When he saw a bit of
motion behind the bioelectric generator, he walked slowly to look at what it was.
It was his mom, shrunken to the size of a small toy, and thrown against the wall.
Slowly she regained consciousness and saw Tyler standing in front of her like a
living skyscraper.
"Oh fuck," she muttered.

Tyler took out a ruler and measured his mom and Carrie trying to see how tall
each were. Carrie stood at a relatively statuesque 12 inches tall, while his mom
stood at 4 inches tall. He then turned his attention to his mom, trying to get a
grasp on what happened.
"Okay, why did the bioelectric generator explode?"
"Well, I was going to use it to shrink Barbie...."
"Her name isn't Barbie, Mom!" Tyler said with an edge to his voice. "Her name is
Carrie."
"Sorry," Terri said, looking down at the top of the desk in shame before
continuing. "Anyway, I was going to shrink Carrie more and wanted to use
something with more power, so I hooked up a lantern battery from the flashlight
your dad and you take camping."
"Oh my...no wonder the bioelectric generator exploded! You blew up the circuitry
by forcing too much electricity through it at one time!"
"So what?" Terri said. "You can fix it, right?"
"I can fix the generator, but I'm not sure I can return either of you to normal."
"What?" Terri said with wide eyes.

"That's what he was working on before you sent him out to mow the lawn," Carrie
said. "And now all we have left is whatever notes Tyler made."
"And even those haven't been tested yet," Tyler said. "It could take months,
years, to figure out how to get you back to normal."
"So, does that mean we'll get smaller?" Carrie asked.
"Actually, I think Mom did us all a favor. It seems her revenge attempt backfiring
has given me more of an insight on you shrinkage. Because she used more
power than she should have, it accelerated the shrinking, but it also shortened
the time it took for the effects to wear off."
"Which means?"
"Which means, Mom, that the shrinking does eventually stop."
"That means I'll stop shrinking eventually!" Carrie said excitedly.
"If you haven't already," Tyler added. "I'll keep an eye on you two for the next
couple of hours to be on the safe side."
"In the meantime, we'll have to figure out what to tell my husband when he gets
home and finds his wife and neighbor woman shrunk to the size of toys."
A slamming car door interrupted the scene. Tyler walked to the window in his
room and saw the tall, dark-haired vision of Carrie's husband unloading his bags
from his black Lexus.
"Well, it looks like you'll have to figure it out on the fly. Your husband just came
home."
Carrie sighed and said, "Bring him up here. I'll explain it to him."
Tyler nodded and walked out of the room and down the stairs. He ran out of the
house and caught Mr. Dahl when he was just starting up the driveway to his front
door.
"Mr. Dahl!"
"Hey Tyler," Mr. Dahl said. "I just got home from a conference and want to spend
some time with my wife."
"That's what I'm here to talk to you about," Tyler said.
"What's wrong?"
"Just follow me, Mr. Dahl."
Dropping his bags in the driveway, the older man followed Tyler back to his
house and up the stairs to Tyler's room.

"Where is my wife?" Mr. Dahl said, looking around.

"Down here, John," came a familiar voice. Mr. Dahl looked down to see his dollsized wife looking up at him wearing nothing more than a hanky.
"Carrie? What happened?"
"It's a long story. You might want to sit down."

Carrie spent the next few minutes recounting her experience shrinking down to
doll size and how Tyler helped her cope. And true to her word, she didn't mention
the tryst she had with Tyler. John stroked his chin at different times as though
thinking about Tyler's invention. When Carrie finished, John looked to Tyler.
"Tyler, what you've invented is brilliant. A way to amplify electricity derived from
organic sources. We've been trying to crack that nut for years with no success."
"Thank you, Mr. Dahl," Tyler smiled, blushing a bit at the praise.
"If you're not doing anything this summer, I'd like to have you come work for us
as an intern. Then, in the fall, we'll pay for your schooling. You're going to make a
lot of scientists mad, young man, and we couldn't be happier about it." Tyler
chuckled along with John.
"What about Mrs. Dahl and my mom?"
"We'll have our researchers get to work on them as soon as we get them to the
lab."
"I have my notes from when I developed the bioelectric generator, but I don't
have a working version."
"Don't worry," John said. "We can work off your notes. Just go ahead and throw
away what remains of your original prototype."
"Yes, sir," Tyler said, carrying the burnt, twisted husk of his invention to the
garbage can. "Well, looks like some good came of this thing after all," he said as
he put the lid back on the can before walking back into the house.

Within two weeks, the four people readjusted to their new lives. Tyler took to
being an intern where John worked very quickly and soon earned the respect of
the other researchers. They were fascinated by the bioelectric generator and how
it could be used to shrink living matter, but they didn't focus too much on the
latter part, which suited Tyler just fine.
Terri was put in the care of the research team that dealt with effects of radiation
on the human body. How the bioelectric generator shrank her and Carrie was the

subject of much debate. They didn't know if it was dumb luck, divine fate, or an
accidental discovery that caused the shrinkage. They did know it would take time
to figure out the whys and how to reverse the effects.
At first, Terri was not happy about the conditions, which required her to live in a
miniature doll house. However, she eventually softened up and came to enjoy the
researchers' company. And they made sure she didn't feel like a specimen, but
more like a unique human being. Everything she could have dreamed of needing
was provided. All she had to do was ask.
John and Carrie adjusted to her reduced size fairly quickly. One of the first things
they did was to reaffirm their wedding vows. In a beautiful ceremony at their
house, Carrie wore a Barbie doll wedding dress and John wore a tuxedo as a
priest performed a second wedding ceremony. In lieu of another wedding ring,
John opted for a normal sized diamond ring on a chain and placed it around
Carrie's neck.
"This is for when we get you back to normal," he smiled at his beautiful, dollsized bride.
"I can hardly wait," Carrie smiled back. "But I'm looking forward to putting that
mind of yours to work to figure out ways we can...you know." With that, she
winked seductively.
"I'm sure I can figure something out," he smiled back.

A man rummaged through the latest pile of junk at his junkyard when he came
across a strange burnt piece of electrical equipment. Digging a bit deeper, he
found two metal bars about an inch apart sticking out. After a bit of effort, he
pulled out the burnt out hulk and carried it back to his house on the property.
"Hmmm...must be some sort of radio," the man said. "But I think I can fix it."

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